Luyện nghe bài hát Sky Boy

1]
I got dreams of gleaming and beamers
Cream so obscene, ain't gotta clean my no mo'
A closet full of Polo, a pocket full of mo'
I'm knocking in the fo' door, never for the popo
I forget to send my momma to the Acapulco
You laugh what, can't a dream big
A swimming pool, big screen, mint-green
Me and Christina Milian with sixteen kids, yeah I joke but a nigga mean
tell you how it is, nigga
I got this feeling man, a nigga hit the ceiling fan
killin', fishin' for that scrilla, reelin' in
I'm leaning, that mean I'm chilling, I'm feeling Gilligan
Nigga what is this a So why the fuck you grillin' then!

2]
If I'm in the Ville, haters smack in they grills
Ladies like 'em; got that eighties Michael appeal
Homie curiosity, all these cats killed
Niggas caps gettin' peeled, for that niggas
Will run up on yo' ass in mask flash and the steel
Niggas laugh when they steal, I brag cause I'm real
Motherfucker I'm the shit, I pass gas when I
Shit is trash bag, all about the last laugh
Mad I got yo' girl turned over like a bad
She know I rap, so I ain't even to bag that
Cash that? not how I design rhymes
The dick got 'em singing, I could get yo' signed
A Don Juan armed with a strong pipe
I even put it on dykes, I'm smashing like it's Night, bitch

3]
You niggas must've got marijuana laced
I know some magicians make you disappear without a
Out-of-state speeding through New York Carolina plates
I'm the God, mother fucker, and how y'all try to hate
You'll never shine like me, you could your hottest Bapes
I'mma show y'all how to cake, I can tell Prada's fake
I understand you think fly, but nigga you got a cape
I understand you think you gangsta, nigga you shot a thing
Them niggas bring it to you point-blank range, gotta aim
Yeah you see some players shooting, but this shit is not a
Badda badda bang, lot of goons, lot of lames
Old groupie ass niggas the clan, trying to hang, yeah
By the way, since ninety-seven I been nice, I'm finna get it like fat niggas on thin ice, wooh